Chapter 30

A lean man wielding twin blades was being pursued by countless enemies.

The fists and kicks of the martial artist were cornering him, while the blades of the swordsman were tearing through his body.

And with the sniper’s bullets never missing their mark…

It was clear that he would soon lose his life.

That was why…

The pursuers did not retreat even when the man’s comrade appeared.

“One more hit! Just one more!”

“If we can land it, we’ll cut off the Demon Slayer’s windpipe!”

The executioner stood blocking his companion in front, his massive frame serving as a shield.

With a hook on his left hand and a terrifying large butcher knife in his right, his mask resembling a burlap sack induced sheer terror.

“How can he see without eye holes?”

However, snipers rely on straight-line shots, and their bullets cannot reach the target if there is an obstacle between them.

Behind the executioner’s back was hidden the Demon Slayer.

Either the martial artist or the swordsman needed to finish off the Demon Slayer.

Ignoring the executioner completely, they maneuvered to the side.

After all, if either of them could eliminate the Demon Slayer, they would secure their victory.

The executioner chose to intercept the swordsman.

By stomping his feet hard enough to shake the earth, the swordsman lost his balance.

And just as the executioner’s figure was pierced from behind by the martial artist…

“One more punch, and it’s over.”

Ducking the martial artist’s punch would be impossible.

Not only were his close-range attacks barely visible to the naked eye, even if you could see them, they were too fast to react to.

Still, the punch thrown with utter confidence passed harmlessly through the air.

Because the opponent had warped from the front to behind in an instant.

A blow felt on his back.

The martial artist realized he had been hit, even though he had failed to hit his own opponent.

The martial artist turned, ready to counter.

But before he could, the Demon Slayer wielding twin blades struck, tearing through the martial artist’s body with a lunge.

His vitality was evaporating at a terrifying rate.

“To die from just a single blow… Where’s the honor in that?”

“One more.”

“Just. One. Hit!”

But the martial artist’s life had ended before his punch connected.

KUOOOOORRR!

A roar of demonic proportions echoed.

It was the sound of the Demon Slayer transforming into a demon.

In short, it was over.

[SniperHoon (Sniper) – “Why would you dodge it backwards?”]

[SniperHoon (Sniper) – “That’s abuse??”]

[ComedyGuy (Martial Artist) – “Where’s the abuse in this game?”]

[ComedyGuy (Martial Artist) – “It’s not like Sol is OP. How did he dodge your martial arts skill Q?”]

[SniperHoon (Sniper) – “He did dodge it?!”]

[SniperHoon (Sniper) – “It wasn’t a miss??”]

[ComedyGuy (Martial Artist) – “Why don’t you go get hit then swear“]

[ComedyGuy (Martial Artist) – “You’re just bad at targeting, which is why you’re a sniper swear“]

[SniperHoon (Sniper) – “If only the meat shield wasn’t there, I’d secure a guaranteed kill”]

[SniperHoon (Sniper) – “How can two of you fail at that?”]

[SniperHoon (Sniper) – “Just quit the game”]

[SwordsmanOnly (Swordsman) – “Did Wild look like they were zoning out??”]

[SwordsmanOnly (Swordsman) – “It was just like Mount Tai standing there”]

With his demonic transformation activated, the Demon Huntsman absorbed the souls of his fallen foes and recovered a substantial amount of life.

His attack type shifted from melee to ranged, his attack power and speed increased, and his charge ability reset due to securing kills.

In a flash, both the swordsman and the sniper, who had tried to escape, were cut down.

The sniper’s foot was tied up by another foe, allowing the executioner’s hook to drag him straight into the Demon Slayer’s grasp.

The Demon Slayer secured a five-kill streak.

“Wow, hell yeah.”

“The madness began right from the first round!”

“Do martial artists even have pre-motion for their Q? How did I not know this?”

“If nobody notices because it’s impossible for anyone to dodge it, then it’s fine to overlook.”

“Skill avoidance aside, how does one manage hate so effectively? Haha!”

“Wait, is this not his first game?”

“Realizing now that he took hits deliberately to manipulate the situation.”

“Legends of daughter’s CC (crowd control)!”

“They all fell into his trap!”

The Demon Slayer accumulated hate by landing skills, normal attacks, and even when taking damage. With an enormous hate gauge, it was a difficult character for advanced players, requiring the exact timing of transformation in combat.

If the opponents avoided all-out fights and fled right before the gauge filled up, his transformation could be wasted.

Sol willingly took some hits from the enemies to fill the gauge and ensured the hate was always focused on him, forcing them to attack him.

Thinking only that one more hit, and one more, the enemies were mindlessly chasing him.

However, Sol avoided all three of the martial artist’s crucial skills and turned the table against them.

The remaining enemies had no choice but to fall to the ambush from his teammate.

“Great tanking, Wild!”

“Huh? You’re responding? Man, you’re still alive!”

Though they couldn’t high-five across the digital divide, Sol and Wild praised each other through the microphone.

Their synergy was so tight-knit it could feature in the best mad movies.

Even though Sol’s performance was commendable, it was achievable only because he could trust Wild.

There was no way Sol could dodge the sniper’s shot.

It was thanks to Wild shielding him.

Even the swordsman was perfectly marked.

“The swordsman’s charge skill only for being dragged by a hook was hilarious!”

“So that’s what Mount Tai looks like!”

“How does one both avoid sniper targeting and simultaneously mark the swordsman?”

“You would have been a pro by now if you could do that! Haha!”

“Wild’s in another league!”

“No doubt!”

“This is what teamwork feels like! You don’t even have to say anything and you’re just on the same page!”

While teaching on his stream and lamenting over his audience’s terrible skills, something clicked for Sol after playing one round with Wild. It was an unmatched feeling that made him realize he might never return to the solo grind; it felt like he’d gained half a life advantage.

“Evading a martial artist’s Q with a blink. That’s insane.”

Wild thought.

Dodging a martial artist’s Q after observing its pre-motion was something only players with insane reflexes and top-tier professionals could pull off.

The pre-motion to react to was just a slight pullback of the arm, with an exaggerated strike motion following.

In a 5v5 team game, who would even bother looking for such subtle cues?

And yet, the player didn’t just step back, but teleported behind the enemy, dealt damage, and turned the tables.

There truly was no other way to describe it but as an insane play.

“Or is she crazy?”

The voice he heard through the headset was disorienting.

A person showing such equal prowess could be a girl?

“Sorry to say, but I’m glad I looked at your picture.”

Wild was quite popular.

He wasn’t starving for female attention.

So when Sol warned him not to be entranced, he dismissed it as nonsense.

But… he started thinking he might have been wrong.

Women were generally out of his realm of understanding.

They usually didn’t comprehend gaming, and even if they did, they couldn’t enjoy it at the same level.

For a regular person, perhaps it was conceivable, but as a pro, he could never ‘truly’ play the same game with them.

The only option would be dumbed-down catering games or casual ones.

And that wasn’t supposed to happen.

Yet here she was, already past those barriers.

Hadn’t he almost fallen for her if not for checking the profile picture?

Phew, lucky it happened that way.

[Swapped equal value between looks and game skills!]

[Looks are striking, but the gaming skills seem lackluster.]

[You haven’t even streamed with the camera, relax and keep it that way.]

[You should make big bucks if you debut as a VTuber, don’t you think?]

[Heck yeah, the voice and gaming skills are legendary.]

[This could have global appeal.]

[Quit that trash game already and join Teama.]

“You’re the one who should scram, you idiot.”

Sol still couldn’t bear criticism of his beloved game, Mafa.

Despite this, it was evident people were watching Teama now and were astonished by her skills.

But doesn’t one need to understand games to watch game streams?

It seemed that asking people to appreciate the crude graphics of Magical Fight and its intricate mechanics may just be too difficult.

“Even after making all those educational streams…”

Clapping requires two palms meeting each other, and sandals need their counterparts to be worn properly.

Magical Fight, without a worthy counterpart to challenge Sol’s skills, had become an unenjoyable game.

“I cannot lose Mafa! I cannot lose my everything!”

“What’s up with you all of a sudden?”

“I hate Teamfight Arena! I hate the people of Infinity who ruined Mafa, and you who betrayed it!”

“Wait, if Teama disappears, I lose my meal ticket as a pro!”

“Traitor!”

But what truly irritated him the most?

Just having fun with Teamfight Arena moments ago.